Sonata No Kioku
06-Dying flower fields

"What do you think is my reason for doing all this?"

I was confused and kept looking down. Both halves of my lips were tightly shut, running out of words.

"Why did you refuse so much before you tried? After all, things like "then" don't necessarily happen again, right?"

His right hand was now stretched out right onto the collar of my shirt, his fingers starting to grip tightly. But my body moved faster to dodge, and accidentally hit a wall.

"...Ouch!" Instantly the stars appear around my eyes and make my chest feel tight.

I tried to hold Haruka's hand that was right on my uniform collar.

"Don't use that karate throw!" My word.

"It wasn't a throw-in, it was just a push" he argued.

"Creative care, you're going to kill me?!"

"Huh?! Da-basics... Ta-chan's stupid!!"

Both hands of Haruka immediately slammed my body onto the floor, until a loud thump was heard afterwards. Then with a innocent face, he turned around and left just like that.

"Average!! The arata!! Awake it!!"

"Yeah!! The blood! She dead?!"

"Oii call the health teacher! Hurry up!!"

"We'll just take it to the infirmary!"

"Defend Arata! Your friend Satoshi will help you, so don't die... Huey"

After that loud slam, I don't remember anything else.

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The reason I refused to join the Orchestra club was, I was still afraid that "it used to" happen again. And it was very troublesome for me and for others. But there is also a fun side to me. I can enjoy music and look useful.

The incident that Haruka did a few minutes ago, made herself called by the homeroom teacher. And because of that, I was told to go home quickly when it was only the first day.

The next day, Haruka and I seemed to avoid each other. Because I felt uncomfortable, I also spent time browsing this school. I walked a long way until I realized I was in a landfill. Next to her looked an old and rusty room. On its side were several slum doors full of dust, there was no reason what was the famous school in the region had a decrease in the number of students who applied. Maybe because of that, unused facilities, so just abandoned.

The next day, I was still browsing through the school and it turned out that there was one more room that was empty, but I was strangely able to enter. It was different from the room that day. Curious and hesitant, I ventured to open the doorknob.

"Lunches....!"

The door opened and made a terrible sound. I checked around the room first vigilantly.

In the room, there is a tall wooden cabinet that has been somewhat weathered, a locker and a set of tables next to it. The walls are covered in a soundproof paint and carpet throughout the room.

Judging from the condition, this room used to be used for orchestral tools such as the piano. I can tell the exact location where the piano is by looking at the marks left behind. The rack there is also certainly used to store violins and other tools such as alma mater and tape recorder.

In front of the table, right next to the window, there is a board that is used to put a picture frame and several other awards. The photo that is displayed is very old but still awake color.

My eyes were shocked when I saw a face similar to my father on one of the 2nd graders in the 5th photo.

"It's.... Right dad?" I muttered.

Suddenly the lamp in my head was brightly lit and remembered me for what he had said.

🌼 Flashback 🌼

When on a sunny Sunday in onee-chan's room was treated, my father sat down and stroked my hair. I faintly felt the warmth of the huge rough hand stroking gently while occasionally singing.

I, who had been swept away in that calm atmosphere, was suddenly startled by the sound of his call.

"Arata, you know your father never joined a band" he said.

"Did? A band?" I looked at him confused.

"Wahh!! It's great! What musical instrument do you play?" Ask onee-chan.

"Guitar" replied Dad.

"Great! Later when Arata High School, Arata wants to join dad's band!" My words sparkle.

"Hahaha, hopefully the band still exists"

"Didn't that last long?"

"You could say that, because the band was not growing, so when the 3rd grade father of the band was dissolved by the teacher"

"Well, cancel dong.."

Dad smiled warmly as he lowered me from his lap. He squatted down and stroked my head.

"If the band doesn't exist, Arata just make the band himself!"

"Dad sure, Arata must find excitement like father later.."

🌼 Flashback off🌼

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"Star★ Align yes..." I smiled as I cleaned up the dust in the photo, then looked again at this area of the soundproof room.

"This room can also be used as my personal place....! Later I can do anything here freely, like tuning CDs at home or experiment...! Definitely exciting!!" My speech.

An opportunity like this should be taken advantage of, because it won't come twice right? This room is very suitable to spend time after school– that I think, because I am the type of person who does not want to bother and be bothered.

"If this is dad, for sure... He's already brought his rock recording and listening out loud in this room.." My inner self glanced back at his picture.

The condition of this room is not feasible to use, aka already a lot of damage. Plus the soundproofing device like the carpet started peeling off. But strangely enough, there was one of the radios on the shelf that was still maintained in quality, so I could play a song there.

The first song I heard was "Liebesleid" or Kreisler–'s Love Sorrow. There are two versions of this song: the violin version and the piano solo version. Because there were two cassette players, so I played them both.

I've been completely immersed in classical music and some orchestral songs. It had been 15 minutes, but I was still silent as I imagined the musicians playing their instruments.

For some reason within a second later, I was already affected by Haruka's words the day after tomorrow.

"That means your life is boring, dong?"

"Maybe he has a point, too..." I said softly while raising my head to see the ceiling of the room decorated with lights half out.

I want to forget the memory of this matter, but I can't just throw it away. In fact, the memory was getting stuck in my mind to make me dizzy. Just because I didn't join the Orchestra club, my life has already been judged Boring by Haruka.

"Ta-chan, let's join!! You're a genius in music, right?? What's wrong with joining?!"

"wait

first! What is wrong with joining this club? Anyway, anyway,

you don't have any other jobs either, do you?"

"Yah!! Damnit damnit!! Why can't I forget it?!" I ruffled my hair irritated and fell silent a moment later.

Pop music by the original students of this school band, began to flow and fill my ears. I closed my eyes for a moment while imagining the meaning of the picture left by the pieces of the tone.

"I just want to be free.... From music!"

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つづく